Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Honestly, it depends on how much patience you have for long, quiet scenes of people staring off into the distance. If you are looking for a fast-paced flick, keep walking. This is for the folks who like their history lessons served with a heavy side of solemnity.
If you hate movies that lean hard into religious intensity, you will probably roll your eyes within the first ten minutes. It’s very earnest. Maybe a little *too* earnest at times.
The whole thing feels like it’s wrapped in dusty velvet. There is a specific stillness to the performances—Raymond Marcel and the rest of the cast hold their poses just a second longer than you’d expect. It makes the whole movie feel like a series of stiff, painted portraits that occasionally decide to start talking.
There is a scene near the middle involving a crowd that really stuck with me. You can see the extras in the back just sort of fidgeting, looking bored, which makes the main character’s intense focus feel even weirder. It’s an odd little detail, but it kept me from totally zoning out.
It’s not a masterpiece, and it’s definitely not a total disaster. It’s just… quiet. It reminds me a bit of the pacing issues I had with Opening Night, where you’re just waiting for someone to snap, but they never quite do. They just keep being polite and miserable.
The miracle stuff is handled with such extreme caution that it almost loses its punch. You want a little bit of mystery, but the movie is too busy trying to be respectful to let things get messy. It’s a very clean, very safe depiction of something that probably felt a lot more chaotic in real life.
Would I watch it again? Probably not. Am I glad I saw it? Sure. It’s a strange little artifact. Sometimes, that’s enough. 🕯️

IMDb —
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